What the f**k is happening? Why is it all of a sudden? I mean, the underground is huge, but why does it have to be him? I visited this place because I wanted to let myself entertain, but why do we have to meet here? Our paths have never crossed, but why does it have to be so often now? Is it because something happened to us? But it’s not enough. What we did in his room should be separated from reality because we were rivals—he killed my parents.
Annoyance gradually flowed through my veins. My heart was also beating so hard that I couldn’t hear the people cheering while watching the match. My hands were trembling, and I could feel the tiny beads of sweat forming on my forehead, especially when I felt his aura become heavier, as if he was really making it evident that he was there so that I
